Sometimes you just need to rant and get a few things off your chest.
Today is one of them.
I'm just annoyed. Perhaps it's because I'm tired. Perhaps it's just nerves or anxiousness about tomorrow. I don't know. It is what it is.
Let the rambling begin...

I have not once said anything negative about the floor still being unfinished. I do not pester or nag. It is not me. I know you work a full time job and I have kept us pretty busy throughout the summer weekends. Does it bother me? Yes. It's hard to live in a house that has no "put together" room on the main floor. A house where nothing seems to be in it's place. I cope. I have 100% faith in your ability and I know it will get done. YOU said last night to friends that you planned to finish it today. This was (pleasant) news to me, but I said nothing. Yet today when I asked if I could turn the air conditioning off (it's bloody cool here today!) to open some windows you said you wanted to finish the floor first. The humidity that we've had was not good for the sitting wood therefore it has been on constantly. I said that was fine. No big deal. Plenty of time coming to have windows open. What met me was a grumpy being who was bitter about having to work on his day off. Throwing wood around. Grumbling. Complaining. I make a nice brunch and you say you have no time to eat because you have work to do. Bite me. I didn't ask you to.
Let me tell you this: I'm done keeping my mouth shut.
You treat me like shit when you are doing things around the house. What you have never noticed? You nit pick and mutter all day long. Taking jabs at me. Worse, you take jabs at me through conversation with our son. How bad do you want me to feel? I hate it. I feel horrible. You make me feel an inch tall. That's not the way a husband is suppose to make a wife feel.
You act just like Rocco. You don't like the way he makes you feel at work. You come home irritated and upset. I listen to you rant and rave. I am your support. I support you and try to help. I don't want you to feel this way. It hurts you. It stresses you out. It makes you mad. You have suffered physical ramifications because of the stress it causes you. Yet you turn around and treat me the same way.
How is that fair?
Do you not see what you are doing?
What about the golden rule: "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you?"
I just wish I had the courage to say something to you. To make you see what you are doing to me. I'm sorry I don't. I just sit and take it.
And this? The tip of the iceberg.

I wonder if I'll have the courage to press "Publish"...